lastonein4now: Just relax, baby. You coughed the good cough. Now breathe. That forced slam of .4 to
lastonein4now: Just relax, baby. You coughed the good cough. Now breathe. That forced slam of .4 to .5 shoved into your unwilling vein should bring you to your knees quickly - hell, you might even piss your pants - as you slip into a warm paralysis that leaves you all flush and sweaty, where all you feel is the hot, heavy breathing on your neck, and the numb thumping of the leather biker pig and his buddies, pinning you to the wooden floor, taking turns rutting into your pulsing upturned ass, one after the other, pounding you hard before dumping their dirty toxic loads into your once pristine hole. This is graduation day, boy, and your conversion will be complete soon enough. Just keep breathing. When you start coming down from your induced cum whore state, with a stream of high VL fuck juice leaking out of your bruised and bloody cunt, it will slowly hit you what happened. Eventually it’ll become clear that you never stood a chance. From the moment you stumbled into that dive bar and left your drink unattended, you were prime meat and an easy mark for recruitment. This time the crew only pozzed up your faggot ass. Next time you might not be so lucky. Oh, and the sting of that freshly inked biohazard tattoo you woke up to on your left pec? Well, that’s just a reminder and tells the world that you’re one of them now. You’ve been branded, Bitch. WELCOME TO THE CLUB. Fucking hot! -- source link